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me!” My eyes snapped open and his gaze bored into mine. I hadn’t even realised
I’d closed them. “I need you with me. I need to be able to look into your eyes
when you tighten around me. Don’t leave again. Stay right here with me.”
    Nodding weakly, I raised my hips and wrapped my legs
around his waist, resting them on his thrusting hips and locking my ankles
together behind his back. I gasped in surprise, and maybe disappointment when
he took hold of my thighs and prized my legs off him.
    “I need to go deeper,” he said, hitching himself up on
his knees and lifting my legs so they draped over his shoulders. “Fuck, yes,”
he breathed, gripping my thighs and driving back into me with so much force my
head knocked into the headboard.
    This position was perfect. He hit a spot I didn’t even
know existed, over and over again as he worked himself fast inside me. My hips
rose, meeting his thrusts and I felt my orgasm begin to spiral deep in my
belly.
    “You’re close,” he noted. “I can feel you gripping me
tighter.”
    “Yes,” I whimpered, hooking my arms around his waist
and trying to pull him impossibly deeper.
    “Let go, doll. Come. Let me feel you.”
    “Dexter…oh…God…Dexter…”
    “I’m right there with you. Come on, Emily. Do it for
me. Let yourself go.”
    The tingles in my belly spread downwards between my
thighs, intensifying with each rock of Dexter’s hips. The pressure of his
fingers digging into my thighs became harder and when he slammed into me again
I lost all control. My entire body quivered, my legs trembling under his
fingers and I called out his name as an intense, throbbing, all consuming
orgasm ripped through my body.
    “Perfect,” he growled. “Fucking. Beautiful.” He pumped
into me once and then twice more before his own body juddered to a stop and he
poured his release into my body. “I love you, Emily,” he breathed roughly,
lowering my thighs and dropping down on top of my body. “Don’t ever forget.”
    **********
    When I woke up my body was a tangled mess. I had one
leg twisted in the sheet and the other draped over Dexter’s thighs while my
hand was resting on…
    Oh…
    “Mornin’,” he greeted with a devilish smirk, looking
down at my hand unintentionally cradling his erection. I lifted it away and
laid my palm flat on his stomach. “Don’t stop on my account. Percy’s been kind
of enjoying you feeling him up for the last twenty minutes or so.”
    “I think Percy got enough attention last night,” I
countered. “Three rounds of attention if I remember rightly.”
    “There’s no such thing as too much attention when
you’re involved, doll.”
    Eeep! My heart did a little fluttery thing. Damn he’s
good at making it do that.
    I curled back into his chest, knowing we would have to
get up soon to open the garage. However, my cheek had barely touched Dexter’s
chest when the sound of Chris being violently sick travelled through the air. I
sat up abruptly, wondering what I should do.
    “How can I help him?” I asked no one in particular,
staring up at the ceiling.
    “We’ll give him a few minutes to get himself together,
then one of us can go check on him.”
    “Yeah,” I agreed, nodding my head. I stood from the
bed and grabbed my dressing gown off the back of the door. I couldn’t get
dressed until I’d showered. I stank of sweat, sex and morning breath. Once I’d
wrapped myself in my gown I headed back to the bed and perched on the end while
I waited for the sounds coming from the bathroom to calm.
    “Did the hospital say how long he would be sick for?”
    “No. They said it affects everyone differently, but
they gave him some pills to ease the symptoms.”
    “Well either they’re not working or he hasn’t taken
them yet.”
    Sounds of retching and spluttering continued to swamp
the air for what felt like hours, though it was really only ten minutes. Once
it appeared Chris had finally stopped being sick, the sound of the